Chapter 62: Their First Kiss~

At the same time, Jiang Zihan was having a nightmare. He felt himself drowning in darkness. He tried to call for Mo Shiyan’s name, but somehow, he couldn’t even open his mouth.

Jiang Zihan lifted his hand, desperately trying to grab onto something that could help pull him back to the surface, but he could only catch the emptiness as he continued to drown deeper in the endless darkness.

Help...

Someone... Save me...

Shiyan... Where are you...?

Just as his consciousness was about to fade, he suddenly snapped his eyes open and quickly sat up on his bed, panting heavily.

He let out a long breath after calming down. Then he pressed a hand on his chest, feeling the heart pounding violently under his palm. After a moment, he lifted his head and looked around his surroundings.

Mo Shiyan isn’t around. Did he go to sleep already...?

Jiang Zihan subconsciously placed a hand on the back of his neck, feeling that patch of skin was a bit warmer than the rest of his body for some reason. However, because he was still wondering where Mo Shiyan was, he didn’t pay so much attention to it.

His throat bobbed when he felt a bit thirsty. He frowned a little, climbed out of bed, and opened the bedroom door, wanting to go get a glass of water from the kitchen when he heard a strange noise coming from the direction where the bathroom is.

He placed the water back on the table when he tentatively walked over to check what was happening. Then he smelled a familiar scent of rose leaking out from the crack on the side of the bathroom door.

This is...

Jiang Zihan was standing silently outside the bathroom door for a few minutes. Listening to the intermittent sound of water, he somehow had a strange feeling about it.

He walked a bit closer and gently knocked on the door. "Shiyan, are you inside the bathroom?" he asked.

There was no response. He knocked on the door again when he asked again, his voice sounding a bit anxious. "Shiyan...? If you’re in there, can you answer me?"

He wasn’t able to wait for Mo Shiyan’s response, since he suddenly sensed that familiar scent of rose surrounding him again; this time it was even thicker. Just then, he heard a muffled grunt coming from inside, followed by the immediate sound of bottles and containers crashing onto the floor.

Hearing this, Jiang Zihan’s heart tightened, and just as he was still hesitating on whether or not he should use his ability to unlock the door in front of him, Mo Shiyan’s voice suddenly rose from inside. "I’m okay... It’s just that I accidentally knocked over the shampoo bottle."

"...I’ll take care of it," he continued, his voice sounding hoarse and weak. That caused Jiang Zihan to be even more worried.

Without hesitating anymore, he grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it, but found out that the door had been locked from the inside. Pale-purple light glowed above his palm, and just as he was about to force the door open, Mo Shiyan’s voice rose again.

He seemed to sense the urgency in Jiang Zihan’s movements and spoke with an even louder voice this time. "Zihan... It’s already really late. You could go to sleep first. I’ll also go to bed after I finish putting on my clothing in just a few minutes."

"Shiyan, could you open the door first? Let me see what’s happening; I’m a bit worried about you," Jiang Zihan requested, not willing to leave at all.

At the same time, his fingers slowly tightened around the doorknob, while the burning sensation at the back of his neck seemed to increase as time continued. The scent of roses had grown so thick that it felt almost tangible; even with a door standing between them, it was enough to affect him strongly.

He raised his fists and pressed them on the door, grasping for breath.

This feeling is so weird...

What in the world is even happening...?

Inside the bathroom, Mo Shiyan was facing a similar situation, and his condition was even worse than Jiang Zihan’s. Sweat rolled down his forehead, and the corners of his eyes were painted red, looking very pitiful.

He tilted his chin up and closed his eyes, trying to suppress his desire to bite on Jiang Zihan’s gland, but as Jiang Zihan’s voice continued to drift into his ears, he found that everything he was doing was totally ineffective.

At last, he raised his arm and bit heavily on it; the smell of blood immediately filled the air. That allowed him to wake up for a while, but not long after, his vision blurred once again.

He could feel that his secondary presentation was beginning, and the only way past this was to mark an Omega. He rested an arm on his forehead as he closed his eyes again, the scent of rose spreading even farther.

For some reason, when Jiang Zihan caught that scent, his heart began to race uncontrollably, and he could somehow sense that the sensation felt even stronger than before.

Then, the burning sensation appeared on the back of his neck again. He instinctively raised his hand to touch that spot, and immediately moved away when he felt how hot it became.

"Hiss..." he couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp.

Thinking through his mind, he could only come to the conclusion that he might have caught a cold while he was sleeping without a quilt covering his body.

He gently shook his head, but his body seemed to have grown warmer and warmer. He had a strong desire to get something, but he could barely understand what he wanted. He felt that his head was getting a bit heavier, and suddenly, he heard the soft click coming from the doorknob as it turned. He looked up and saw a figure standing in front of him, but before he was able to see clearly, he had lost consciousness.

——

When Jiang Zihan opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his bedroom and lying on his bed once again. However, what’s different from before was that he felt that there was someone pressing closely against his back.

He froze in place, not daring to move. Then he took a deep breath and turned his head, realizing that it was Mo Shiyan, who had fallen asleep already (and also had his arms wrapped around his waist).

Jiang Zihan felt a bit uneasy in this posture, so he tried to keep some distance away from Mo Shiyan. However, Mo Shiyan suddenly frowned as he tightened his arms around Jiang Zihan’s waist and pulled him back into his embrace. He could even sense Mo Shiyan’s warm breath brushing against the back of his neck, causing that spot to feel a bit itchy.

Even so, seeing that the person was Mo Shiyan had allowed him to let out a sigh of relief for some reason. Just as he was trying to recall what had happened after he lost consciousness and the reason for Mo Shiyan to be on his bed, he suddenly noticed that Mo Shiyan’s body temperature was much higher than usual.

Jiang Zihan: "!!!"

His pupils shrank as he struggled out of Mo Shiyan’s embrace. Then he tentatively placed a hand on Mo Shiyan’s forehead, immediately pulling his hand back because of the temperature.

...Why would it be so hot?

At that moment, he totally forgot about his questions from before and hurried out of bed before opening the medical kit that Mo Shiyan left by the bedside table. He searched through it for something that could bring down his fever.

Fortunately, he was able to find an antipyretic inside. He let out a long breath before rushing toward the kitchen for a glass of water. When he returned, he carefully placed Mo Shiyan’s upper body in his embrace and fed him the medicine.

However, when Jiang Zihan tried to give him some water, the problem appeared. The water slid down the corner of Mo Shiyan’s mouth, and he couldn’t swallow it at all. Jiang Zihan started to feel anxious as he tried to get the water into his mouth, but it was all useless. The water continued to roll down the corner of his mouth.

He placed the glass of water on the table before he gently touched Mo Shiyan’s cheeks. He lowered his eyes, making one unsure of what he was thinking.

When he looked up again, a light of determination flickered through his eyes. He took a sip of the water, then lowered his head.

In the next moment, a gentle kiss landed on Mo Shiyan’s lips. Jiang Zihan’s movements were very light, as if he was afraid to disturb the person who was in a deep sleep. After Mo Shiyan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed the medicine, he pulled away immediately.

Jiang Zihan then turned his head to the side, the tip of his ears painted red.